Twisted Science Cypherz

it’s Science, shinin’ like Orion / derived by an XY hybrid / I devise that I’m tha mightiest / ever to bless tha mic devise / call me Killah Khrist / I pilfer ‘n’ kill for rhymes / lined pads get militarized / anguish is proliferated in relation to what I emote / tha flyest crimin’ Twisted Scientific writes rhymes in droves only meant for those that’s mentally grown / way past ‘n’ beyond tha clones that drone half-way shook poems that’s broken to pieces / flowin’, bless tha trees / for reasons beyond your control, you fold like creases / treat others as they treated Jesus ‘n’ backstab ‘em for 30 silver pieces / Science, a scholarly MC that’s collegiate / an elitist capricious beast with a pen / killin’ Remus like Romulus / my thesis is theoretics , theologians attempt to discredit the essence of the God’s presence / I scoff man’s law with a message / I represent Death ‘n’ pestilence ‘n’ plagues of locusts / I narrate omens so I’d advise to focus / tha deaf ‘n’ blind fall for false Trojans with inadequate amounts of postage /on high dosage, throats get poked in / I remain cloak ‘n’ dagger status with my heart colder than frozen / vinyl’s on tha platter, prior to latter / brains splatter ‘n’ I’d rather stay tha least payed rapper then give in to your gay-ass swagger / bend over yo, I’ll make ya back hurt / hazardous materials, MC Lazarus has semi-auto raps with scratched off serials/ imperial ‘n’ venerated / my pen scripts lines on holy parchments speakin’ on tha Soul harvest / off tha atlas, I’m uncharted like tha land of Atlantis / yet legendary in my own rights…

face tha world of Fate in a world of hate / girls twirl to verbal rape / 5 Mics rate tha Purple Tape / Colonel Sanders spices, point tha mic ‘n’ squeeze, I’m psychic / mental shots fired outta hot iron, I’m tha designer / of a 16 bar universe that’s fluent in tha usage of madd stupid words you never heard of / resplendent ‘n’ iridescent, Star of David sentences created under tha Fertile Crescent / Science, nuttier than squirrels ‘n’ hella restive ‘n’ aggressive / stayin’ up for a week off p2p tweak, I’m well-rested / with every breath I’m closer to death as we’re all destined / 7 heads, ‘n’ 10 horns is questioned, my narratives show my sanity is questioned / I snatch the olive branch of peace out your hand ‘n’ snap it / my novels is graphic / crack tha bottle of malt liquor open ‘n’ get sloshed, pause, inhale exhale, I’m tha God…

I got issues, tha microphone check a ninja misused / softer than wet tissues, I sear down tha flesh sinew / all tha way beyond tha marrow, I spit ‘n’ ninjaz turn jaundice, even though they already high yellow / bright ‘n’ spry, resilient, I like ‘em thick like a slice of Sicilian pie, dime Brazilians / African affiliates, Blaxploitations, I destroy tha Freemasons with 2 diamonds, Star of David / bars of hatred towards fakeness get layed on tha track / ninjaz get sprayed in tha face by a nickelplated axe / take your name ‘n’ cut it in half with a razor tongue / MCs get eviscerated, flavor of tha month / Savoir faire, with tha patois, I stab Gods when I grab God’s hair, kick-drum bass tha snare/ I chase tha dragon out tha lair ‘n’ splash him like a addict with a 400 dollar day habit / fuckin’ ratchets in tha ass with no jimhat, pull out, give her a Dirty Sanchez ‘n’ cum in her mouth ‘n’ break bread / fake heads I hate whether dominant or recessive traits, poke my thumb right thru they trachs / by tha grace of Fate, I remain truist to L. A. / you see L. A. with tha Bruins hardcore music stays fused to either side of my brain / tha bridegroom, Frankenstein’s Monster slides in tha room / with tha trigger finger itch, make tha 9 go boom / my eyes stoned like tha sky, red ‘n’ blue / I transcend above the essence, thug restin’ on tha 7th / drugs testin’ me, I’m a restive G-O-D / d-o-g, domestic animals, inverted pentagrams / sniff a gram with my dick in my left hand / I’m tha paradigm of tha vocal paragon / 24 carat, stack grands, racks ‘n’ name brands / y’all MCs is bland, can’t carry a tune like me ‘n’ a tan / put tha tool in ya, you’ll feel a stomach cramp / yo, that’s what you get for fuckin’ with Science ‘n’ tha fam / who you tryin’ to kid? you ain’t tha biz wearin’ those tight-ass pants / I max my time out, like Blacks in tha White House / live from Southern Cali, it’s 30 rounds, empty tha banana clip / switch it around, bitch-ass ninjaz is frantic to tha sound of our voices / West Oakland ‘n’ Spun Fernando, dissect every granule…

tha mic cord distortionist, I ponder death ‘n’ life like black orchids past by Teutonic forces / try to rise tha Beast that lies dormant / to eat at night I carry heavy-weight like a forklift with 4 clips / I blow a quarter zip in 4 hits with more kick than 16 out a 4-5th, my pen scripts verbal Sistine portraits / that blow minds surreal, for real, you MCs is like bovines grazin’ tha field / I break tha 7th Seal with rage, evil angels descend ‘n’ take off a human’s face ‘n’ turn it into a God for a huge rebate / rhymes carried in a stainless steel briefcase cuz all I feel is verbal zeal ‘n’ real hate / any proverbial dilemma I ameliorate / tensed up ceilins get raised, with razor wire I’m caged in / by tha grace of Science, I raise tha wage of sin / fueled by flesh ‘n’ chunky buttockses, I wade my way in…

obliterate, I liberate kids from tha warped sense of tha Hip Hop Generation that they’ve been exposed with / yo dunn, Scientific spits sick with his hand on his scrotum / so dope, it’s like a hundred grams on tha stove son / I shine brighter than solar coronas ‘n’ perfect 24 carat diamonds/ celestial beings rotate Science / still, you can’t see me, yet all you heretics dream of me potent with my elevated intelligence quotient / 4 Elements of Hip Hop get spit, I split knots like CIA operatives, I’m psy-chotic / in hide-away spots like Jimmy Hoffa / cop a feel, cop tha purist mega-zealous hella cure for tha rap sickness / cat, I’ll catch ya slippin’ like crack pipes outta wet hands / ninja, scram before you crap out wearin’ those lame-ass skinny pants / tha 4-5th semi-automatic toast’ll splash ‘n’ take 3 fingers off your fuckin’ hand…

I’m fiendish for tha CREAM like Medeline regimests, no where near completion according to tha plea’s agreement, what a waste of my genius / I beast tha pen in tha pen while these femcees sing like Sheena Easton, pop culture keeps them commercial / unfurl my thoughtwaves from discs back to cassette tapes, I shift tectonic plates ‘n’ empty 30 tapes, round clips in your fuckin’ face / ruckus is what I create, I fiend for tha ‘90s ‘n’ wish every White dimepiece had ass like Kim Kardashian / pay me for my verse in Euros, my braggadosh backhands you swag scallywags right in tha Goddamn throat / so what I blow coke? I also like to put dope up my nose / I wrote this rhyme, slayed tha raven then killed tha crow / every chance I get, I burn coal ‘n’ script rhymes on tha back of ransom notes / I held tha phantom hostage ‘n’ taught him real Hip Hop yo / put tha Glock I tote to his nostril ‘n’ inquired if he wanted to apostle an actual rap show / I’m nuttier than pistachios ‘n’ bag more fat assed hoes than Leonardo DiCaprio / I’m blatantly flavorful like I got extra taste buds, I blaze buds raised from tha field traded for paystubs…

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I’m fiendish for tha CREAM like Medeline regimests, no where near completion according to tha plea’s agreement, what a waste of my genius / I beast tha pen in tha pen while these femcees sing like Sheena Easton, pop culture keeps them commercial / unfurl my thoughtwaves from discs back to cassette tapes, I shift tectonic plates ‘n’ empty 30 tapes, round clips in your fuckin’ face / ruckus is what I create, I fiend for tha ‘90s ‘n’ wish every White dimepiece had ass like Kim Kardashian / pay me for my verse in Euros, my braggadosh backhands you swag scallywags right in tha Goddamn throat / so what I

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Originally Posted by Twisted Science

tha mic cord distortionist, I ponder death ‘n’ life like black orchids past by Teutonic forces / try to rise tha Beast that lies dormant / to eat at night I carry heavy-weight like a forklift with 4 clips / I blow a quarter zip in 4 hits with more kick than 16 out a 4-5th, my pen scripts verbal Sistine portraits / that blow minds surreal, for real, you MCs is like bovines grazin’ tha field / I break tha 7th Seal with rage, evil angels descend ‘n’ take off a human’s face ‘n’ turn it into a God for a huge rebate / rhymes carried in a stainless steel briefcase cuz all I feel is verbal zeal ‘n’ real hate / any proverbial dilemma I ameliorate / tensed up ceilins get raised, with razor wire I’m caged in / by tha grace of Science, I raise tha wage of sin / fueled by flesh ‘n’ chunky buttockses, I wade my way in…

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dopeness

I stick ninjaz like stick figures, my pen is a 40 caliber spigot / my sword beheads bigots from a distance, I write it how I live it / in livid remembrance of Hense whose attempt to assassinate me when he flipped tha whip back in ’96 never came to fruition / I breathe flame, heed tha name Science Twisted / exiled on tha Isle of Patmos with the Apostle James, gettin’ elevated ‘n’ Christ-ed with God Body Revelations / Isis used to be my bitch prior to Osiris ‘n’ Horus / fuck a chorus, I impregnate verses, then 9 months later take tracks to tha orphanage / I proliferate nuclear warheads on paper, my prose liberates mindstates sooner than later, Science, tha most venerated, 28 generations following King David, I was slain on a cross ‘n’ came back as Knolege Killah God / a Caucasian scofflaw, Hip Hop rap’s messiah / slice a mic cord with my 3rd eye, I like to eat vagina as a hearty meal / yo ninja, guard your grill, for real / I facilitate my name as tha time ‘n’ place as reason to start to kill / automatic splashin’, catch a ninja doin’ cartwheels, my bars is hella ill / rhymes is mega-palpable ‘n’ valuable, both pc ‘n’ Apple compatible / MCs best to have madd verbal collateral, 1 look ‘n’ they’re all slapable cuz I could come quick up out these shackles / ‘n’ as soon as that ninjaz become stabable with their own clavicals, families visit their comatoses, how their lives became a shambles / ginko biloba, keep me open when I close up stoic, Science is tha handle / explosive poet, heavy dosages, fake racists authored tha nation’s preamble…

it’s comic, you MCs is novice next to the accomplished / come up out tha pocket, leavin’ ninjaz anonymous / like quitters of narcotics ‘n’ alcoholics, my follicles is straight ‘n’ nameless, smaller than bras that’s tittie trainin’ / I carry more weight than a Jenny Craig bitch, 360 degrees, I’m weightless, polyurethane switchblades cut off my robbery victims’ faces / carbon copy MCs, check out my carbon-14 dating / I been spittin’ since I was a baby / countin’ more Pennies than J.C., more detrimental than coke flamed in tha 1980s in Black communities / in tha ‘90s I was like “huh, crack, that’s new to me” / load tha shooter up ‘n’ get tha sluts that got chunky butts/ half-gram hits ‘n’ strong malt liquor, strawberry givin’ me cabbage / aneurisms, in L.A. we prevent ambulances from advancement, expirin’ tha hood passes…

there’s many ways to delineate my purity, my namesake is fury / there’s no father to my steez, check tha paternity / I look at booty flicks ‘n’ jerk it, that’s tha perv in me / I fuck dimes so hard I send ‘em to the infirmary / I been a rap intern since tha beginning of eternity / yo, I’m hella deeper than tha surface G / serpentine schemin’, sportin’ tha kerchief / hype up your skirt ‘n’ dryhump you with tha mic 1st / press rewind, I be Science divine, align tha spent bullet casings facing tha mind, prior to 18 I broke my spine / in whip’s wreckage, Science, tha Lion of Judah / had me dyin’ when I caught my eye upon you poo-butts…

I suckerpunch tracks, my pen is an axe, my syntax enacts panash ‘n’ makes synapses react fast like half-grams of crack puffed / like a broke straight shooter you’ll get your fuckin’ tips stuck / like nips ‘n’ tucks, my wit reconstructs a ninja’z mainframe / brains’re ingrained with my name like memories that stain / choke a mind with his own chain ‘n’ engrave an “M” in place of tha name of his own corporation / innocence is tainted like benefits do to friends relationships / my ink pens are tipped with bayonets / tha sharpest apex, I take a threat serious / scrape tha serial off tha verbal vehicle painted by a sunset…

line up tha lyrics like cocaine on a 2-way mirror, put it up my nose so I can hear it / roam the atmosphere on tha back of a cirrus cloud / rouse fear in tha entire crowd, smug mug kept behind a shroud / snubnose verses immerse various persons to stay wet behind tha ears . I fled tha cipher with sapphires, CREAM ‘n’ gear / shots fired from tha nickel gleam, Shakespeare got hit by my ink pen ‘n’ started bleedin’ out his nose ‘n’ ears / my toast clips tracks with craft / when I attack, suckah MCs suckle my gonads ‘n’ then I splash / with a vengeance that’s Armageddon cataclysmic , tha universal catalystic sentence / swimmin’ in nothingness, dumb, deaf ‘n’ blind / is ignorance really loveliness?, good is all in due time / I bruise tha mind from behind with whimsical rhyme, listed as tha flyest, you always know it’s Twisted Science…

foul with graphics, ninjaz get smacked in tha mouth, unwrap this rap Stradivarius package out its full metal jacket / shots get fired cuz I’m tired of them bold faced liars spittin’ rhymes, split hairs that I’m emeritus / careless, to squares I keep it parallel / I’m garrulous, spit my way around tha Sheraton / where we cookin’ up tha marvelous, big armaments at tha hip, under tha cotton garments, polyester style / fishscale grams tipped out tha vials into piles snorted / I ain’t seen son in weeks, so pale they call me porcelain / call tha mortician, my sword forts a sentence so sharp it punctures incisions to a new orifice / laborious, I got scores of clips ‘n’ lick shots like clit-orises in porno motion portraits, you better check your sources / I call this verbal extortion, fork tha CREAM yo, or you’ll have to be escorted in portions…

Knolege is tha mathematics, I flatten habits of actin’ savage / bring back Hip Hop just to stab it / foamin’ out tha mouth like I’m rabid, my tongue’s sharp / gimme 4 bars ‘n’ I’ll rip out ya muthafuckin’ heart / eatin’ each ventricle, beatin’ instrumentals bloody like menstruals / I got blunted with Hiah Times centerfolds / rendered tha most deadly like tha truth / y’all can’t fuck with me, I got tha laser beam pointed at you / hella boisterous when my voice spittin’ poignant wisdom that make an ignoramus swoon / thoughts dictate tha mandate of freedom, reach 1 to teach 1 / endorphins, search tha thesaurus / swords torch tha rainforest, stay in your lane or get fileted by my new testament of Christ like tha Mormons / laborious sojourns is vocal torment, sordid death like black orchids send kids to early orphanage / I make corks flip from wind bottles ‘n’ sniff lines written up my nostrils / Twisted scripts novels like apostles cuz anything is possible yet you out spittin’ Science is improbable / I’m tha rap prophet